The Remains of the Day Part 4

"I'm so glad you're feeling better now," I said again and took my leave .. On descending, I found the kitchen on the brink of pandemonium, and in general, an extremely tense atmosphere amongst all levels of staff. However, I am pleased to recall that by the time dinner was served an hour or so later, nothing but efficiency and professional calm was exhibited on the part of my team. It is always something of a memorable sight to see that magnificent banqueting hall employed to its full capacity and that evening was no exception. Of course, the effect produced by unbroken lines of gentlemen in evening suits, so outnumbering representatives of the fairer s.e.x, was a rather severe one; but then again, in those days, the two large chandeliers that hang over the table still ran on gas - resulting in a subtle, quite soft light pervading the room - and did not produce the dazzling brightness they have done ever since their electrification. On that second and final dinner of the conference - most guests were expected to disperse after lunch the following day - the company had lost much of the reserve that had been noticeable throughout the previous days. Not only was the conversation flowing more freely and loudly, we found ourselves serving out wine at a conspicuously increased rate. At the close of dinner, which from a professional viewpoint had been executed without any significant difficulties, his lords.h.i.+p rose to address his guests. He opened by expressing his grat.i.tude to all present that the discussions during the previous two days, 'though at times exhilaratingly frank', had been conducted in a spirit of friends.h.i.+p and the desire to see good prevail. The unity witnessed over the two days had been greater than he could ever have hoped for, and the remaining morning's session of 'rounding up' would, he trusted, be rich in commitments on the part of partic.i.p.ants concerning action each would be taking before the important international conference in Switzerland. It was around this point - and I have no idea if he had planned to do so beforehand - that his lords.h.i.+p began to reminisce about his late friend, Herr KarlHeinz Bremann. This was a little unfortunate, the topic being one close to his lords.h.i.+p's heart and one he was inclined to explicate at some length. It should also be said, perhaps, that Lord Darlington was never what might be called a natural public speaker, and soon all those small sounds of restlessness that betray that an audience's attention has been lost grew steadily around the room. Indeed, by the time Lord Darlington had finally come round to bidding his guests rise and drink to 'peace and justice in Europe', the level of such noises - perhaps on account of the liberal amounts of wine that had been consumed - struck me as bordering on the ill-mannered. The company had seated themselves again, and conversation was just beginning to resume, when there came an authoritative rapping of knuckles upon wood and M. Dupont had risen to his feet. At once, a hush fell over the room. The distinguished gentleman glanced around the table with a look almost of severity. Then he said: "I hope I am not trespa.s.sing over a duty ascribed to someone else present here, but then I had heard no proposals for anyone to give a toast in thanks to our host, the most honourable and kind Lord Darlington." There was a murmur of .approval. M. Dupont went on: "Many things of ill1terest have been said in this house over the past days. Many important things." He paused, and there was now utter stillness in the room.

"There has been much", he continued, "which has implicitly or otherwise criticized criticized - it is not so strong a word - criticized criticized the foreign policy of my country." He paused again, looking rather stern. One might even have thought him to be angry. "We have heard in these two days several thorough and intelligent a.n.a.lyses of the present very complex situation in Europe. But none of them, may I say, has fully comprehended the reasons for the att.i.tude France has adopted towards her neighbour. However," - he raised a finger - "this is not the time to enter into such debates. In fact, I deliberately refrained from entering into such debates during these past days because I came princ.i.p.ally to listen. And let me say now that I have been impressed by certain of the arguments I have heard here. But how impressed, you may be asking." M. Dupont took another pause during which his gaze travelled in an almost leisurely manner around all the faces fixed upon him. Then at last he said: the foreign policy of my country." He paused again, looking rather stern. One might even have thought him to be angry. "We have heard in these two days several thorough and intelligent a.n.a.lyses of the present very complex situation in Europe. But none of them, may I say, has fully comprehended the reasons for the att.i.tude France has adopted towards her neighbour. However," - he raised a finger - "this is not the time to enter into such debates. In fact, I deliberately refrained from entering into such debates during these past days because I came princ.i.p.ally to listen. And let me say now that I have been impressed by certain of the arguments I have heard here. But how impressed, you may be asking." M. Dupont took another pause during which his gaze travelled in an almost leisurely manner around all the faces fixed upon him. Then at last he said: "Gentlemen - and ladies, pardon me - I have given much thought to these matters and I wish to say here in confidence to you, that while there remains between myself and many of those present differences of interpretation as to what is really occurring in Europe at this moment, despite this, as to the main points that have been raised in this house, I am convinced, gentlemen, convinced both convinced both of their justice and their practicality." A murmur which seemed to contain both relief and triumph went around the table, but this time M. Dupont raised his voice slightly and p.r.o.nounced over it: of their justice and their practicality." A murmur which seemed to contain both relief and triumph went around the table, but this time M. Dupont raised his voice slightly and p.r.o.nounced over it: "I am happy to a.s.sure you all here that I will bring what modest influence I have to encourage certain changes of emphasis in French policy in accordance with much of what has been said here. And I will endeavour to do so in good time for the Swiss conference."

There was a ripple of applause, and I saw his lords.h.i.+p exchange a look with Sir David. M. Dupont held up his hand, though whether to acknowledge the applause or to stem it was not clear.

"But before I go on to thank our host, Lord Darlington, I have some small thing I would wish to remove from my chest. Some of you may say it is not good manners to be removing such things from one's chest at the dinner table." This brought enthusiastic laughter. "However, I am for frankness in these matters. Just as there is an imperative to express grat.i.tude formally and publicly to Lord Darlington, who has brought us here and made possible this present spirit of unity and goodwill, there is, I believe, an imperative to openly condemn any who come here to abuse the hospitality of the host, and to spend his energies solely in trying to sow discontent and suspicion. Such persons are not only socially repugnant, in the climate of our present day they are extremely dangerous." He paused again and once more there was utter stillness. M. Dupont went on in a calm, deliberate voice: "My only question concerning Mr Lewis is this. To what extent does his abominable behaviour exemplify the att.i.tude of the present American administration? Ladies and gentlemen, let me myself hazard a guess as to the answer, for such a gentleman capable of the levels of deceit he has displayed over these past days should not be relied upon to provide a truthful reply. So, I will hazard my guess. Of course, America is concerned about our debt payments to her in the event of a freeze in German reparations. But I have over the last six months had occasion to discuss this very matter with a number of very highly placed Americans, and it seems to me that thinking in that country is much more far-sighted than that represented by their countryman here. All those of us who care for the future well-being of Europe will take comfort from the fact that Mr Lewis is now - how shall we put it? - hardly the influence he once was. Perhaps you think me unduly harsh to express these things so openly. But the reality is, ladies and gentlemen, I am being merciful. You see, I refrain from outlining just what this gentleman has been saying to me - about you al1. about you al1. And with a most clumsy technique, the audacity and crudeness of which I could hardly believe. But enough of condemnations. It is time for us to thank. Join me then, please, ladies and gentlemen, in raising your gla.s.ses to Lord Darlington." And with a most clumsy technique, the audacity and crudeness of which I could hardly believe. But enough of condemnations. It is time for us to thank. Join me then, please, ladies and gentlemen, in raising your gla.s.ses to Lord Darlington."

M. Dupont had not once looked over in Mr Lewis's direction during the course of this speech, and indeed, once the company had toasted his lords.h.i.+p and were seated again, all those present seemed to be studiously avoiding looking towards the American gentleman. An uneasy silence reigned for a moment, and then finally Mr Lewis rose to his feet. He was smiling pleasantly in his customary manner.

"Well, since everyone's giving speeches, I may as well take a turn," he said, and it was at once apparent from his voice that he had had a good deal to drink. "I don't have anything to say to the nonsense our French friend has been uttering. I just dismiss that sort of talk. I've had people try to put one over on me many times, and let me tell you, gentlemen, few people succeed. Few people succeed." Mr Lewis came to a halt and for a moment seemed at a loss as to how he should go on. Eventually he smiled again and said: "As I say, I'm not going to waste my time on our French friend over there. But as it happens, I do have something to say. Now we're all being so frank, I'll be frank too. You gentlemen here, forgive me, but you are just a bunch of naive dreamers. And if you didn't insist on meddling in large affairs that affect the globe, you would actually be charming. Let's take our good host here. What is he? He is a gentleman. No one here, I trust, would care to disagree. A cla.s.sic English gentleman. Decent, honest, well-meaning. But his lords.h.i.+p here is an amateur." an amateur." He paused at the word and looked around the table. He paused at the word and looked around the table.

"He is an amateur and international affairs today are no longer for gentlemen amateurs. The sooner you here in Europe realize that the better. All you decent, well-meaning gentlemen, let me ask you, have you any idea what sort of place the world is becoming all around you? The days when you could act put of your n.o.ble instincts are over. Except 0f course, you here in Europe don't yet seem to know it. Gentlemen like our good host still believe it's their business to meddle in matters they don't understand. So much hog-wash has been spoken here these past two days. Well-meaning, naive hog-wash. You here in Europe need professionals to run your affairs. If you don't realize that soon you're headed for disaster. A toast, gentlemen. Let me make a toast. To professionalism."

There was a stunned silence and no one moved.

Mr Lewis shrugged, raised his gla.s.s to all the company, drank and sat back down. Almost immediately, Lord Darlington stood up.

"I have no wish," his lords.h.i.+p said, "to enter into a quarrel on this our last evening together which we all deserve to enjoy as a happy and triumphant occasion. But it is out of respect for your views, Mr Lewis, that I feel one should not simply cast them to one side as though they were uttered by some soap-box eccentric. Let me say this. What you describe as 'amateurism', sir, is what I think most of us here still prefer to call 'honour'."

This brought a loud murmur of a.s.sent with several 'hear, hear's' and some applause.

"What is more, sir," his lords.h.i.+p went on, "I believe I have a good idea of what you mean by 'professionalism'. It appears to mean getting one's way by cheating and manipulating. It means ordering one's priorities according to greed and advantage rather than the desire to see goodness and justice prevail in the world. If that is the 'professionalism' you refer to, sir, I don't much care for it and have no wish to acquire it."

This was met by the loudest burst of approval yet, followed by warm and sustained applause. I could see Mr Lewis smiling at his wine gla.s.s and shaking his head wearily. It was just around this stage that I became aware of the first footman beside me, who whispered: "Miss Kenton would like a word you, sir. She's just outside the door."

I made my exit as discreetly as possible just as his lords.h.i.+p, still on his feet, was embarking on a further point.

Miss Kenton looked rather upset. "Your father has become very ill, Mr Stevens," she said. "I've called for Dr Meredith, but I understand he may be a little delayed." I must have looked a little confused, for Miss Kenton then said: "Mr Stevens, he really is in a poor state. You had better come and see him."

"I only have a moment. The gentlemen are liable to retire to the smoking room at any moment."

"Of course. But you must come now, Mr Stevens, or else you may deeply regret it later."

Miss Kenton was already leading the way, and we hurried through the house up to my father's small attic room. Mrs Mortimer, the cook, was standing over my father's bed, still in her ap.r.o.n.

"Oh, Mr Stevens," she said upon our entry, "he's gone very poorly." Indeed, my father's face had gone a dull reddish colour, like no colour I had seen on a living being. I heard Miss Kenton say softly behind me: "His pulse is very weak." I gazed at my father for a moment, touched his forehead slightly, then withdrew my hand.

"In my opinion:' Mrs Mortimer said, "he's suffered a stroke. I've seen two in my time and I think he's suffered a stroke." With that, she began to cry. I noticed she reeked powerfully of ' fat and roast cooking. I turned away and said to Miss Kenton: "This is most distressing. Nevertheless, I must now return downstairs."

"Of course, Mr Stevens. I will tell you when the doctor arrives. Or else when there are any changes."

"Thank you, Miss Kenton."

I hurried down the stairs and was in time to see the gentlemen proceeding into the smoking room. The footmen looked relieved to see me, and I immediately signalled them to get to their positions.

Whatever had taken place in the banqueting hall after my departure, there was now a genuinely celebratory atmosphere amongst the guests. All around the smoking room, gentlemen seemed to be standing in cl.u.s.ters laughing and clapping each other on the shoulder. Mr Lewis, so far as I could ascertain, had already retired. I found myself making my way through the guests, a bottle of port upon my tray. I had just finished serving a gla.s.s to a gentleman when a voice behind me said: "Ah, Stevens, you're interested in fish, you say."

I turned to find the young Mr Cardinal beaming happily at me. I smiled also and said: "Fish, sir?"

"When I was young, I used to keep all sorts of tropical fish in a tank. Quite a little aquarium it was. I say, Stevens, are you all right?"

I smiled again. "Quite all right, thank you, sir."

"As you so rightly pointed out, I really should come back here in the spring. Darlington Hall must be rather lovely then. The last time I was here, I think it was winter then too. I say, Stevens, are you sure you're all right there?"

"Perfectly all right, thank you, sir."

"Not feeling unwell, are you?"

"Not at all, sir. Please excuse me."

I proceeded to serve port to some other of the guests. There was a loud burst of laughter behind me and I heard the Belgian clergyman exclaim: "That is really heretical! Positively heretical!" then laugh loudly himself. I felt something touch my elbow and turned to find Lord Darlington.

"Stevens, are you all right?"

"Yes, sir. Perfectly."

"You look as though you're crying."

I laughed and taking out a handkerchief, quickly wiped my face. "I'm very sorry, sir. The strains of a hard day."

"Yes, it's been hard work."

Someone addressed his lords.h.i.+p and he turned away to reply. I was about to continue further around the room when I caught sight of Miss Kenton through the open doorway, signalling to me. I began to make my way towards the doors, but before I could reach them, M. Dupont touched my arm.

"Butler," he said, "I wonder if you would find me some fresh bandages. My feet are unbearable again."

"Yes, sir."

As I proceeded towards the doors, I realized M. Dupont was following me. I turned and said: "I will come and find you, sir, just as soon as I have what is required."

"Please hurry, butler. I am in some pain." "Yes, sir. I'm very sorry, sir." Miss Kenton was still standing out in the hall where I had first spotted her. As I emerged, she walked silently towards the staircase, a curious lack of urgency in her manner. Then she turned and said: "Mr Stevens, I'm very sorry. Your father pa.s.sed away about four minutes ago."

"I see."

She looked at her hands, then up at my face.

"Mr Stevens, I'm very sorry," she said. Then she added: "I wish there was something I could say."

"There's no need, Miss Kenton."

"Dr Meredith has not yet arrived." Then for a moment she bowed her head and a sob escaped .her. But almost immediately, she resumed her composure and asked in a steady voice: "Will you come up and see him?"

"I'm very busy just now, Miss Kenton. In a little while perhaps."

"In that case, Mr Stevens, will you permit me to close his eyes?"

"I would be most grateful if you would, Miss Kenton."

She began to climb the staircase, but I stopped her, saying: "Miss Kenton, please don't think me unduly improper in not ascending to see my father in his deceased condition just at this moment. You see, I know my father would have wished me to carryon just now."

"Of course, Mr Stevens."

"To do otherwise, I feel, would be to let him down."

"Of course, Mr Stevens."

I turned away, the bottle of port still on my tray, and re-entered the smoking room. That relatively small room appeared to be a forest of black dinner jackets, grey hair and cigar smoke. I wended my way past the gentlemen, searching for gla.s.ses to replenish. M. Dupont tapped my shoulder and said: "Butler, have you seen to my arrangements?"

"I am very sorry, sir, but a.s.sistance is not immediately available at this precise moment."

"What do you mean, butler? You've run out of basic medical supplies?"

"As it happens, sir, a doctor is on his way."

"Ah, very good! You called a doctor."

"Yes, sir."

"Good, good."

M. Dupont resumed his conversation and I continued my way around the room for some moments. At one point, the German countess emerged from the midst of the gentlemen and before I had had a chance to serve her, began helping herself to some port from my tray.

"You will compliment the cook for me, Stevens," she said.

"Of course, madam. Thank you, madam." "And you and your team did well also."

"Thank you most kindly, madam."

"At one point during dinner, Stevens, I would have sworn you were at least three people," she said and laughed.

I laughed quickly and said: "I'm delighted to be of service, madam." A moment later, I spotted the young Mr Cardinal not far away, still standing on his own, and it struck me the young gentleman might be feeling somewhat overawed in the present company. His gla.s.s, in any case, was empty and so I started towards him. He seemed greatly cheered at the prospect of my arrival and held out his gla.s.s.

"I think it's admirable that you're a nature-lover, Stevens," he said, as I served him.

"And I dare say it's a great advantage to Lord Darlington to have someone to keep an expert eye on the activities of the gardener."

"I'm sorry, sir?"

"Nature, Stevens. We were talking the other day about the wonders of the natural world. And I quite agree with you, we are all much too complacent about the great wonders that surround us."

"Yes, sir.

"I mean, all this we've been talking about.

Treaties and boundaries and reparations and occupations. But Mother Nature just carries on her own sweet way. Funny to think of it like that, don't you think?"

"Yes, indeed it is, sir."

"I wonder if it wouldn't have been better if the Almighty had created us all as - well -as sort of plants. You know, firmly embedded in the soil. Then none of this rot about wars and boundaries would have come up in the first place." The young gentleman seemed to find this an amusing thought. He gave a laugh, then on further thought laughed some more. I joined him in his laughter. Then he nudged me and said: "Can you imagine it, Stevens?" and laughed again.

"Yes, sir," I said, laughing also, "it would have been a most curious alternative."

"But we could still have chaps like you taking messages back and forth, bringing tea, that sort of thing. Otherwise, how would we ever get anything done? Can you imagine it, Stevens? All of us rooted in the soil? Just imagine it!" Just then a footman emerged behind me. "Miss Kenton is wis.h.i.+ng to have a word with you, sir," he said.

I excused myself from Mr Cardinal and moved towards the doors. I noticed M. Dupont apparently guarding them and as I approached, he said: "Butler, is the doctor here?"

"I am just going to find out, sir. I won't be a moment."

"I am in some pain."

"I'm very sorry, sir. The doctor should not be long now." On this occasion, M. Dupont followed me out of the door. Miss Ken ton was once more standing out in the hall.

"Mr Stevens," she said, "Dr Meredith has arrived and gone upstairs." She had spoken in a low voice, but M. Dupont behind me exclaimed immediately: "Ah, good!"

I turned to him and said: "If you will perhaps follow me, sir." I led him into the billiard room where I stoked the fire while he sat down in one of the leather chairs and began to remove his shoes.

"I'm sorry it is rather cold in here, sir. The doctor will not be long now."

"Thank you, butler. You've done well."

Miss Kenton was still waiting for me in the hallway and we ascended through the house in silence. Up in my father's room, Dr Meredith was making some notes and Mrs Mortimer weeping bitterly. She was still wearing her ap.r.o.n which, evidently, she had been using to wipe away her tears; as a result there were grease marks all over her face, giving her the appearance of a partic.i.p.ant in a minstrel show. I had expected the room to smell of death, but on account of Mrs Mortimer - or else her ap.r.o.n the room was dominated by the smell of roasting.

Dr Meredith rose and said: "My condolences, Stevens. He suffered a severe stroke. If it's any comfort to you, he wouldn't have suffered much pain. There was nothing in the world you could have done to save him."

"Thank you, sir."

"I'll be on my way now. You'll see to arrangements?"

"Yes, sir. However, if I may, there is a most distinguished gentleman downstairs in need of your attention."

"Urgent?"

"He expressed a keen desire to see you, sir." I led Dr Meredith downstairs, showed him into the billiard room, then returned quickly to the smoking room where the atmosphere, if anything, had grown even more convivial.

Of course, it is not for me to suggest that I am worthy of ever being placed alongside the likes of the 'great' butlers of our generation, such as Mr Marshall or Mr Lane - though it should be said there are those who, perhaps out of misguided generosity, tend to do just this. Let me make clear that when I say the conference of 1923, and that night in particular, const.i.tuted a turning point in my professional development, I am speaking very much in terms of my own more humble standards. Even so, if you consider the pressures contingent on me that night, you may not think I delude myself unduly if I go so far as to suggest that I did perhaps display, in the face of everything, at least in some degree a 'dignity' worthy of someone like Mr Marshall - or come to that, my father. Indeed, why should I deny it? For all its sad a.s.sociations, whenever I recall that evening today, I find I do so with a large sense of triumph.

Day Two - Afternoon Afternoon

Mortimer's Pond, Dorset